For a moment, Beleth contemplates seeing if any of the downed Templars have lyrium, than quickly remembers why that would be a horrible idea. And there's no signs of any Venatori who might have it. Well, now they're both equally Fucked.
But not quite as Fucked as previously estimated. When Alan points out the trellis, Beleth cautiously approaches it, glancing around for any enemies. Then she gives it a quick shake, to judge it's sturdiness. Apparently deeming it satisfactory, she turns and mutters some apology about indiscretion to Alan, and proceeds to hike her skirt to her knees, tying the extra material in a knot. Whoa there.
From there, it takes little time for Beleth to scale the trellis like a particularly well dressed squirrel, perching at the top and staring down at Alan, purple eyes glowing in what is not a specifically sinister look but wouldn't be out of place for a gargoyle. Climbing was one of the few things she could do here--it was, after all, what lead her to finding shelter on the top of a bookshelf.
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But not quite as Fucked as previously estimated. When Alan points out the trellis, Beleth cautiously approaches it, glancing around for any enemies. Then she gives it a quick shake, to judge it's sturdiness. Apparently deeming it satisfactory, she turns and mutters some apology about indiscretion to Alan, and proceeds to hike her skirt to her knees, tying the extra material in a knot. Whoa there.
From there, it takes little time for Beleth to scale the trellis like a particularly well dressed squirrel, perching at the top and staring down at Alan, purple eyes glowing in what is not a specifically sinister look but wouldn't be out of place for a gargoyle. Climbing was one of the few things she could do here--it was, after all, what lead her to finding shelter on the top of a bookshelf.
"Your turn."